quite literally, perhaps forever the mrs. has always attracted animals
big
little
hairy
fuzzy
clean
hurt
loud
adorable
&
ugly
as
sin
you name it, they find her.
in the yard. in the street. under the house...
some even come right up to the
front
door.
they all somehow know she will bring them in,
feed them,
and do her darnedest to find their people.
when she does, its great.
when she doesn't there is the inevitable trip to animal control - where they always say "you again?!" because really didn't believe it was possible for one person to come in contact with so many lost or stray animals.
and, neither did she, neither did she.
Saturday, October 19, 2013
Saturday, February 2, 2013
snow, not just another four letter word
when the phone rings before six in the morning it means there has been an accident or tragedy of some kind
today the 'tragedy' was snow
snow...
on the ground...
in tennessee...
not unheard of, but not usual enough to be familiar & so things slow to a halt as we all stare at the beauty falling around us
& wait for the call
the ringing phone brings a cheery (all too cheery for the hour) message of the laughable (to the mrs.) school cancelation
that inevitably occurs when anyone on the news (weather professional or not)
dares to predict
snow
even the slightest possibility...
need she remind you that this place is not her home? (in the spiritual sense & the literal sense for which she now refers) even if it's comfortable now, it is not her home.
home is cattle & corn - as far as the eye can see
where winters draw on forever & snow covers everything
with wind so sharp & bitter it's sting stays vivid in memory
& where school is on - no matter the weather
& even if the mrs. will never understand how
two powdery inches of snow
(that will be gone by the days end)
can amount to the need to close school
she is learning to embrace & enjoy it
today the 'tragedy' was snow
snow...
on the ground...
in tennessee...
not unheard of, but not usual enough to be familiar & so things slow to a halt as we all stare at the beauty falling around us
& wait for the call
the ringing phone brings a cheery (all too cheery for the hour) message of the laughable (to the mrs.) school cancelation
that inevitably occurs when anyone on the news (weather professional or not)
dares to predict
snow
even the slightest possibility...
need she remind you that this place is not her home? (in the spiritual sense & the literal sense for which she now refers) even if it's comfortable now, it is not her home.
home is cattle & corn - as far as the eye can see
where winters draw on forever & snow covers everything
with wind so sharp & bitter it's sting stays vivid in memory
& where school is on - no matter the weather
& even if the mrs. will never understand how
two powdery inches of snow
(that will be gone by the days end)
can amount to the need to close school
she is learning to embrace & enjoy it
Thursday, January 31, 2013
forgiveness & mercy
as the mrs. sat sipping her first cup of coffee this morning, she was acutely aware of all the things that would still be begging for her attention tomorrow
(the laundry
mounded up in the
newly acquired pampasan chair
will not get folded in a timely manner
the bed probably wont get made, or even straightened
toys will remain scattered about the floor
patiently waiting for the next
barefooted victim
ouch)
today's "to-do" list is short
not because her house is almost clean,
or because the mrs. found an amazing project on pinterest,
or there is an appointment of some kind to go to...
but because her life depends on it, her freedom depends on it
the mrs. is determined to let go of the guilt that holds her back, keeps her from
living the life god so desires for her... a life free in christ, because of his loving sacrifice for her!
the mrs. will accept the forgiveness and mercy that god gives abundantly and wants all of his children to receive
abandoning her freshly poured, second cup of coffee
quietly she retreats to her favorite spot, a corner chair
bathed in precious sunlight
she curls up
her eyes close
envisioning herself in a large dark room
a warehouse, probably
every movement's noise amplified by the complete emptiness of the space
in her hands the mrs. cups her guilt, her pain, her fears
things never spoken of
because who would know where to begin
tears flowing, the ugly truth pouring out of a broken woman
she makes her envisioned self move forward
her form is indistinguishable in the dark that has swallowed her
the time it takes to reach her destination is an eternity
she has traveled miles in this room
finally
greeted at the throne
with acceptance
warmth of glowing innocence
outstretched arms
a face that she can not bring her eyes to look upon
she falls to her knees
the weight of her burdened hands, burdened soul
suddenly, forcefully overwhelms her, repulses her
she releases her burden at his feet
she sobs mournfully at its impurity
relief washes over her
exhausted from emotion
covered in peace
she falls asleep...
the honk of a passing car is enough to wake the mrs. still curled in her chair
although she is certain she has been there for hours, the second hand on her clock insists
only fifteen minutes have passed since she made her retreat.
her head is clearer than it has been in awhile - her soul is lighter than it has ever been...
free actually
this is the first time she has accepted this gift & experienced true freedom
she closes her eyes once again & whispers "thank you Lord"
(the laundry
mounded up in the
newly acquired pampasan chair
will not get folded in a timely manner
the bed probably wont get made, or even straightened
toys will remain scattered about the floor
patiently waiting for the next
barefooted victim
ouch)
today's "to-do" list is short
not because her house is almost clean,
or because the mrs. found an amazing project on pinterest,
or there is an appointment of some kind to go to...
but because her life depends on it, her freedom depends on it
the mrs. is determined to let go of the guilt that holds her back, keeps her from
living the life god so desires for her... a life free in christ, because of his loving sacrifice for her!
the mrs. will accept the forgiveness and mercy that god gives abundantly and wants all of his children to receive
abandoning her freshly poured, second cup of coffee
quietly she retreats to her favorite spot, a corner chair
bathed in precious sunlight
she curls up
her eyes close
envisioning herself in a large dark room
a warehouse, probably
every movement's noise amplified by the complete emptiness of the space
in her hands the mrs. cups her guilt, her pain, her fears
things never spoken of
because who would know where to begin
tears flowing, the ugly truth pouring out of a broken woman
she makes her envisioned self move forward
her form is indistinguishable in the dark that has swallowed her
the time it takes to reach her destination is an eternity
she has traveled miles in this room
finally
greeted at the throne
with acceptance
warmth of glowing innocence
outstretched arms
a face that she can not bring her eyes to look upon
she falls to her knees
the weight of her burdened hands, burdened soul
suddenly, forcefully overwhelms her, repulses her
she releases her burden at his feet
she sobs mournfully at its impurity
relief washes over her
exhausted from emotion
covered in peace
she falls asleep...
the honk of a passing car is enough to wake the mrs. still curled in her chair
although she is certain she has been there for hours, the second hand on her clock insists
only fifteen minutes have passed since she made her retreat.
her head is clearer than it has been in awhile - her soul is lighter than it has ever been...
free actually
this is the first time she has accepted this gift & experienced true freedom
she closes her eyes once again & whispers "thank you Lord"
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